"I'm gonna take the wildest guess and assume you're exactly who I think you are!" Donna Winston grinned and embraced the young woman stood on her front door step. She pulled away from the bemused woman and dragged her inside the house, welcoming her warmly, "Come on in. I wasn't expecting you so soon. I haven't been to the store yet, I can't even offer you anything."
"I don't need anything, I'm fine, thank you." Rosalie nodded and rifled around in her bag.
"I hear different." Donna noted, with a raised brow.
"I'm sorry?" Rosalie asked, a little taken aback.
"That's why you're here in Charming, right?" Donna asked her, "You are swirling around the rumour mill like no one genuinely has anything else to say. Boy broke your heart. You're here starting over. I get that. There's also a rumour about you and the goofy lawyer from the bus ad, but...yeah, I just don't see that one."
"Right. Good. No. Your husband is why I'm here, specifically, at your house." Rosalie declared, sidestepping the curve-ball, and handed over an envelope.
"You see your dad yet?" Donna asked as she accepted the envelope and ripped it open.
"You know, you Winston's have this amazing knack for making people feel like a big ol' pile of shit. I got to wishing there was a mute button on those prison phone things, the amount of times Opie asked me that." Rosalie noted, in a direct approach to match hers.
Donna laughed and shook her head.
"I even had his dad corner me once on the way out." Rosalie scoffed.
"You're nothing like a pile of shit, darling, you're a breath of fresh air." Donna exclaimed, took a sharp intake of breath as she read further down the letter and sat herself down on the coffee table.
Rosalie left her to it for another moment as the smile on her face expanded further, and passed the time looking at the family photograph's on the wall.
"I'm sorry. I needed to sit myself down, before I fell down." Donna shook her head in sheer delight and smiled up at her, "Our son's birthday is the 13th. That's amazing. And it's in writing. It's happening."
Rosalie sat down on the couch before her and squeezed her hand.
Donna squeezed it back and smiled, "What in the world did we do to deserve you?"
"It was nothing." Rosalie said, "I'm just sorry it wasn't Christmas, I really thought I was about to outdo myself."
Donna shook her head defiantly and said, "No. That was Hale, not you. You did this! This is amazing, I'm never gonna be able to fully repay you. You've given us a head start on a fresh start, and that…that means the world to me." Donna wiped her eyes and placed Opie's release papers to one side. She then turned head on to Rosalie and said, "Now, tell me all about this boy that broke your heart, his name, his address, and I'll break something of his. That seems fair."
"That's kind." Rosalie scoffed and rose from her seat, "But it's okay. I really should be getting back."
"Your dad know about him?" Donna asked as she followed her over to the door.
"No." Rosalie replied simply.
"You should talk to him." Donna said, "It breaks my heart seeing him torn up like that. He is trying really hard."
"I'll talk when I have something to say." Rosalie said with a shrug.
"I'll hold you to that." Donna smiled and bid her farewell.
Rosalie's direct line with her assistant was buzzing. She wasn't particularly busy, she was merely flipping through an upcoming case report that David had requested an opinion on.
"Hey, Halle, what's up?" Rosalie asked.
"Rose, a Jax Teller is at the front desk." Halle informed her, "He doesn't have an appointment, but Clay asked him to hand-deliver some 'important documents'."
"What?" She uttered.
"Do you want me to send him away?" Halle asked, "He won't let my peasant hands touch them."
Rosalie sighed heavily, "No, it's fine. Send him up."
Rosalie began to panic. Oh god. She hadn't rehearsed this yet like she so desperately wanted to. She rose from her chair rapidly and checked her hair in the mirror, she was on day two curls, but it didn't look terrible; no salad in her teeth. Okay. Not the worst. She untucked her blouse, ensuring it fell more discretely. He chapped on her door.
"Yeah?" She hollered, and he entered her office.
He closed the door behind himself and surveyed the view from her window. "Holy hell, that's a nice view, shit." He said, and noted her back would be towards it, "That's why your desk is pointed this way? So, it doesn't distract you?"
"Mr Teller, what brings you here?" She asked.
"That's pretty formal for someone whose seen you naked." Jax noted with a smirk, and handed her over a brown, padded envelope. She didn't rise to it. As she opened up the envelope, he admitted, "It's a Carter's take-out menu. I just needed a reason to come up here and talk to you. I went with a covert approach judging on the flap you had the other day, seeing me at the shop."
She scorned back at him, and tossed the envelope on to her desk, "What are you doing here?"
"I didn't know Chibs was your dad." He asked, with a raised brow.
"Yeah. We were both in the dark on that one." She said.
"I would've made different choices, had I known that." He told her, "You're the reason Chibs is torn up inside; why he's half bad ass, half teddy bear."
"Look, it doesn't matter." Rosalie declared and started faffing about with the documents littered on the shelves behind her desk. She said, "That's between me and him, that's nothing to do with you."
"Man's my family, so yeah, I'm sticking my nose in. I don't want to complicate things, alright? You have a chance to rebuild some kind of relationship with your dad, and you have a lot of time to make up for. I'd do anything for that chance."
As she turned to face him, the minimal distance between them threw her sass off. He had one hand planted against the window sill, blocking her between the chair, and his body. She uttered, as she dove under his arm and wandered back around the desk, "Fine. We'll forget anything ever happened? But I don't see how sleeping together once merits such a long ass speech."
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. Before she could protest, he silenced her with a passionate kiss. Every inch he touched was set alight; he kissed her exactly how she wanted him to, exactly as she remembered. She pushed him off in a moment of sobering clarity, and scorned, "THAT flies in the face of everything I just said!"
His eyes were fixated on her lips. He paused, his hands caressed her cheek and slid up her waist, sending delighted shivers up her spine. Was it the memory of that night keeping her here? Was it the hormones? Whatever it was, it compelled her to close the gap between them this time, kissing him passionately. She gave in to the intoxicating feeling and let it consume her.
He uttered breathily into his kiss as he pushed her up against the desk, "Tell me to stop and I will."
His words were tossing gasoline onto an already soaring flame. His leg pushed hers out of the way and his hand slid into her jeans. She gasped as he delved into her underwear. Her heart was thundering in her chest; her breathing was increasingly erratic. Electricity rippled throughout her entire body at his teasing touch; she wrapped a leg around his; she dug her fingers into him; he had her exactly where he wanted her; she couldn't make a sound here. He kissed her neck and listened intently to her desperate attempts to stifle the moans; his fingers tantalisingly dancing around until she was on the verge of begging for it. He looked directly into her eyes, and stopped, his fingers resting on her wet clitoris.
"Tell me to stop, Rose." He rasped.
He gently, excruciatingly slowly, rubbed his fingers against the sweet spot. Her hands frantically clambered up, into his hair, and against his chest. She needed something, anything to hold on to. Her entire body was on fire. She closed her eyes and moaned out in pleasure. His other hand grasped her face and kissed her, intensely, so as not to give them away. He broke away, forcing her to look into his eyes and uttered one more time, "Tell me."
His fingers still rubbing against her clitoris; she could feel the wetness dripping. She shook her head vehemently, and whined, "Don't stop. Don't."
"Ro, your four o'clock is here." Halle buzzed over the intercom.
Jax sighed and retracted his hands slowly out of her pants, uttering, "Damn shame."
He kissed her passionately, as Halle repeated her statement.
"See you around." Jackson rasped, and sauntered out of her office, running a hand through his rifled hair.
Rosalie sat back onto the desk, incredibly flustered and excruciatingly turned on. She straightened herself up as best she could and called in her next client.
